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Tuesday, November 27, 2007


My kingdom for a horse
–Richard the III, Shakespeare. (For a better accounting of Richard III, read Sharon Kaye Pennman’s The Sunne in Splendour, one of my all-time favorite books)

If you were startled awake by a loud, shouting cougher, it was probably me. My cough, which started as a little post-nasal-drip on Thanksgiving, has morphed into the stage of devlish-tickle-in-the-throat that makes you scream out your cough in an effort to excise/exorcise it from your gullet. Nyquil quenched the fire for most of the night, but took a good hour to really work and then wore off too early, so here I am. Upright and coffee-d up, I am now fine, so I will forget about this backhoe inside my neck until tonight.

Mo-in-lo coming tonight, just for dinner. Got to figure out what to cook (or dial, more likely. Ssh, don’t tell her.)

That’s all for now, no kinder awake yet. Today I must also go to the pediatrician and get her to write up the beginning of the clinical team report that sets in motion the guardianship process for Nat. I feel fine about it — right now — but stay tuned for the after shock.

More coffee, argh, the tickle is back, &%#!! Open the coughers! My kingdom, for I’m hoarse.

1 comment

ugh… we’ve had that same evil bug this past week. Feel better! I find Jaegermeister helps, but not at this hour. 😉

— added by Suzanne on Tuesday, November 27, 2007 at 9:53 am

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